Her spirit, a fairy flickering insect itch
Inside of her
Dead on the floor button-down
And bloody frock.
She was a chrysalis crushed in his
A sacrifice to Pan’s
Delightful fingers for a boy
A brother’s body.
The namesake of another
Drowned herself to teach us, what
Lower her body so that the men
Can kill each other over fathers or
A plot device, pining.
I imagine the older Ophelia tut-tuts
Floating on that cloudy gospel cherub perch
Another senseless death for
He will only live to start another war
Isn’t it beautiful?
Artwork by Kelia Anne Maccluskey